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Anonymous Mon 08 Jul 2024 06:02:43 No.67216867 Report

Quoted By: >>67216914 >>67217116 >>67217959

next one I'm coloring in, also painstakingly removing all the lines from the paper.

Anonymous Mon 08 Jul 2024 06:58:51 No.67217959 Report

>>67216867
>Always the same routine... but I've gotten better at it.
>I look in the mirror. My hands get to work.
>Shampoo and conditioner makes it easy moving my hair around, but it's too clean. Something's missing to give it that unkempt look. I know what it needs.
>I pull a drawer and grab a small container from the far back. The label on the front says it all. Motor oil.
>I apply the tiniest amount and rub run it through my hair. The others'll just think I was in the garage again. No sweat.
>Makeup. I pull out a rehearsed selection - tones, primers and all. Apparently my scales look darker in the summer and lighter in the winter. Can't make that mistake again.
>I hide my markings, lightly applying layer after layer of makeup until my natural scale's tone is all there is. Perfect.
>Then came the binder. This part sucked the most. I grimaced as I pulled the restrictive fabric up from its nook. I wasn't as developed as mom - not yet anyway - so maybe I didn't need it?
>No. Better safe than sorry. I groaned internally. It is what it is. I throw it over myself and fit it just right before taking several breaths. Lets do this.
>I inhaled deeply and pulled the straps until my chest was as flat as could be. I quickly patted down the straps to their velcro and breathed out only when the job was done.
>I looked at myself in the mirror. Flawless... but irritating. Its only for an hour or two. I'm a big girl, I can take it.
>Then came the hardest part... but mom taught me a trick for that. She learned it back when she was 'going through a phase' and needed to get into some boys-only events. I try not to pry.
>I reach into the same drawer from before and pull out thin strips of material. Then more. And more. It's like canvas paper, but malleable.
>In ten minutes everything's done. Male crest, male wings. My feathers feel weighed and my crest is a little itchy but...
>No. Just gotta roll with it.
>Goodbye Amber, hello...
>I sigh.
>It's not easy being Greene.